Luyện nghe bài hát IV. Sweatpants

Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the locked
thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, braids, now she A$AP
so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', real feeling
kid, asshole: paint me as a villain
Still spitting cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on coasts, pH balance
nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her Ben Folds
I got more tail that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got silverware, but really are you eating though?
Are you though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain't know
Never catching cases, why they faces so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a
My architect Japanese, yo' girl, she jocking me
No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like
You niggas ain't copping these, niggas looking like me
Nah, I checking I.D. but I bounce 'em with no problem
Tell 'em, (Problem!)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin'
kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

Don't be mad I'm doing me better than you doing you [x3]
Better than you you, fuck it, what you gon' do?

Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack
my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I'm born rich, life fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
nobody sicker and my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
Ain't

Fiskers make noise when they start up just so you know

Top of the Hold 'em totem, ri-rich forever, a was not the quota
My father owned half of MoMA and did it no diploma
off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods and I'm too fly, Goldblum
Got a glass in the Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you at IKEA
So Maserati, you a Kia
this money, it's longer than Nia
Live a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn't be ya
Friends with the man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble I see her
"Err-err-err-err": onomatopoeia, oh, I got my on! (Tell 'em, mane)
I'm so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck my family name

Don't be mad cause I'm doing me than you doing you [x3]
Better than you you, fuck it, what you gon' do?